Page 94 of Thick

Tattoos of sugar skulls, flowers smoke and wings covered his torso, and there was a pair of brass knuckles tattooed on his lower abdomen.

But his six-pack was free of any artwork.

Incapable of doing much else, I fixed my eyes on his torso. While I slipped into a rippled ab induced coma, he unbuckled his belt. After tossing it into the pile, he raised his hands over his head, cocked his head to the side, and stretched his back.

My lips parted, but I didn’t speak.

I had nothing to say. I was way out of my league, and didn’t want to fuck up what we had. If I somehow did or said something that stopped him from continuing, I’d never be able to live with myself.

For a nano-second, my eyes fell to his waist. Through all of the movement, his fly opened a little, giving me a glimpse at his well-manicured lower region.

I knew there were a lot of ways that a girl could satisfy him, but there were only a few of them that worked for me. Despite his praise of my looks and my beauty, I was well aware that I outweighed him by quite a bit.

Riding his cock in reverse cowgirl was on my bucket list, but for the night at least, it was out of the question.

I lowered myself to my knees, unbuckled my bra and nervously lowered it to the floor. As Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get It On began to play, I reached for his jeans and pulled them down his thighs.

As with any girl, I was curious. I told myself after the dick discussion at my father’s house that his size wasn’t going to matter.

But. I secretly hoped he was hung like a horse.

When it sprung free of its denim confines, my mouth flopped open in amazement. Like everything else on Tate’s body, his dick was perfect. I figured if his cock was in front of me, and my mouth was already open, I might as well take a moment and show him a little trick I liked to do.

I wrapped my lips around the tip, slipped my tongue against the bottom on the shaft, and guided half the length into my throat. After a few strokes, I buried my face against his stomach and groaned.

“God fucking damn,” he wailed.

He pushed his hands against my forehead, pulling himself from my mouth in the process.

“What,” I gasped, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. “You didn’t like it?”

“I loved it,” he said. “But if you want me to last, you can’t do that. It’s been too damned long.”

“So, you do like it?”

“I fucking love it. But unless you want that to be the end of our night, we need to wait.”

The thought of sucking him to climax excited me. “I’ll do it.”

“I appreciate it,” he said. “But I want…I want to…I want to fuck the shit out of you. I’ve been watching your sexy ass for what? A couple months? I can’t take it anymore.”

He sure knew how to make me feel good. I grinned and stood. “Uhhm. Okay.”

He tugged his jeans down his legs and tossed them on the couch. Wearing nothing but his socks, he led me to the bedroom. Seeing his muscular ass rise and fall with each step was the final straw.

Whether he wanted to give it to me or not, I was getting laid. One way or another.

When we reached the room, he guided me to the bed. I rolled onto my back, fully expecting he’d want to have me in the doggy style position, which was really all I knew.

Much to my surprise, he buried his face between my legs.

“I want to eat your pussy until you cry like a baby,” he said.

I hope you’ve got a backup plan, because that ought to take you all of ten seconds.

“Okay,” I muttered. I spread my legs as wide as I was able, allowing him free rein of my nether region. “If you hear me whimper, it doesn’t mean I’m giving up.”

He looked up and chuckled. “I’ll remember that.”